As legendary as Bigfoot, a heretofore unknown breed of human roams America. Often seen, but rarely acknowledged, this completely domesticated being can be found grocery shopping, wandering the houseware aisles at hardware stores and working diligently around her house.
Hello.
My name is LA Bourgeois.
I am a Lesbian Housewyfe.
Started in 1993 simply as a way to keep myself sane while cleaning the toilet , this journal continues to spare me from the madhouse and functioning in the outside world while I keep house, weed my garden, host parties and, in my spare time, build a business (SpringSips, LP - an ISP in northwest Colorado).
I am a housewyfe by choice, and a lesbian by the grace of God. My sweet honey-bunny and I formalized our relationship privately in 1992 and publicly in 2002. We are true partners and wyves to each other, and I thank her every day for the grace and laughter that she gives to me.
The housewyfery began early in our relationship when my sweet honey-bunny gave me a year-long break from working at a “real job.” Using Martha Stewart, Barbara Damrosch, and June Cleaver as my muses, I attempted to create the perfect home, the perfect garden, and the perfect family. A modern tragedy followed with my realization that my home was rented, the garden temporary and the family made up of my sweet honey-bunny, her mother, two cats and our border collie. Despite these roadblocks, I perservered and became the wondrous (depending on your point of view) housewyfe/homeowner/businessowner that I am today.
After all, Lesbian Law #1: “Never Underestimate the Power of a Lesbian Housewyfe.”
I’m a rare breed.
